9:13, Personal note: When I was a little kid my mother told me not to stare into the sun. So once when I was six, I did. At first the brightness was overwhelming, but I had seen that before. I kept looking, forcing myself not to blink, and then the brightness began to dissolve. My pupils shrunk to pinholes and everything came into focus and for a moment I understood. The doctors didn’t know if my eyes would ever heal. I was terrified, alone in that darkness. Slowly daylight crept in through the bandages, and I could see, but something else had changed inside of me. That day I had my first headache.

THEN STOP TELLING ME TO NOT DO IT.

I did it. Fortunatelly only with one eye and also blocking the view of everything but the sun with my hands. So now I have a second blind spot in centre of my eye, but the brain fills it and I dont even notice.

It’s a self-correcting problem, but maybe not in the way you want.

Best usage of this template I’ve seen so far

But mama, that’s where the fun is.

“I don’t get what the big deal is. I stare at the sun every day.”